Chapter 9

Arty picked up a trigger spray bottle and sprayed the contents over my chest, boobs, belly, and legs. It was a kind of massage oil, and Arty quickly moved behind me, holding me by the waist as he gently massaged the oil all over my tits and belly. He tried to squeeze my nipples, but the oil made his fingers too slippery. Moving to the front, again holding me by the waist, he began massaging my back before moving down to my bum cheeks, then slipped his hand under the elastic waistband of my G-string and rubbed my puckered opening. He constantly had me move around in a circle, stopping for about five seconds before changing to another position. The cameras caught every pose we were in.

He dropped to the floor and massaged my legs, slowly working up from my ankles to my inner thigh, by now my pussy was oozing love juice into my G-string, and I’m sure Arty could smell my fragrance as he placed his nose into my crotch and stroked my inner thigh, first my right leg, then my left.

After he had finished, he stood up and twirled me around. My head fell back, and I was in a whirl as I lost my footing and dragged the tips of my toes across the floor until I stopped spinning. No sooner had I stopped than Arty had his right hand inside my G-string and two fingers up my incredibly wet, juicy cunt. The palm of his hand rubbed my clit as he furiously pumped into me. “Oh, yes, oh yes, oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” I moaned deeply.

Torrents of cum flooded my string and covered Arty’s hand. He pulled his hand out of my sopping hot box and quickly put his fingers in my mouth. He held them there while we did a three-sixty again for the cameras.

Arty slightly lowered the chain, allowing me to balance better. Then went to the cart and returned with the ball gag and clamps. A touch of dread spread through me at the thought of the clamps on my extremely sensitive nipples.

The ball gag was first. Arty went behind me, and as he placed the ball to my lips, I opened my mouth, allowing him to tuck it behind my teeth and firmly fasten the strap behind my head. There was no way I could move the ball as I played with it with my tongue. Drool ran out of my mouth almost immediately. He turned around and returned with the clamps. My eyes were wide open in fright, but there was nothing I could do. I was at Arty’s mercy, with the cameras capturing my terrified looks. Arty wanted to please his big spending client, and I got the feeling that this sort of scene was something he enjoyed.

I yelled, a muffled “Ow, ow” through my gag as the first clamp bit deep into my hardened nipple. I was desperately sucking in lungs full of air as the throbbing pain took my breath away, and I was dancing on my toes, somehow trying to ease the burden. As the second clamp was attached to my other nipple, my ow’s changed into a scream that was muffled by the ball gag. But it also sent lightning bolts of pleasure to my pussy, making me climax again.

I threw my head back as my orgasm made my body shake. I saw Arty get a knife before grabbing me and holding me tightly as he ran the blade across my tummy and down my left thigh, stopping now and then posing for the cameras, then he continued coming back up across my taught belly and down my right thigh. The blade scraping across my skin gave me goosebumps and increased the wetness in my pussy, if that was possible. This time, on the upward stroke, he slipped the knife under the elastic band of my G-string, cut it, and did the same on the other side, letting the string fall to the floor, leaving me naked except for the shoes.